"Yes, but the restrictions are very high and it will consume my life span."
Jiang Changsheng walked to meditate under the Earth Spirit Tree and said calmly.
Bai Qi was even more excited, the Sword God was extremely emotional, and Ye Xundi was the calmest.
Even if there are limitations, this method is indeed great.
Ye Xundi asked curiously: "Isn't this equivalent to giving life span to the person who just died?"
Jiang Changsheng said: "It means the same thing. It can only be used on people whose bodies are intact and who have just died. If it is used too much, it will violate the laws of heaven."
It is enough for the world to know that he knows this technique, but it must be restricted. Otherwise, if he does not save people, his incense value will decrease, and countless enemies may even appear.
There are always people who tend to blame those who have the ability to save them but stand by in times of adversity. Once Jiang Changsheng has used Resurrection from the Dead too much and suddenly fails to use it, resulting in huge casualties, his Incense Value will inevitably be affected, so he must add this technique in advance. price and conditions.
He still understands the principle of favoring rice and fighting rice and enmity.
If he was absolutely powerful, he wouldn't have to worry about it, but for now he still needs the incense to survive the calamity, so he must be cautious.
If anyone asks him in the future, he will say the same thing, which can also reduce potential risks.
Jiang Changsheng has never considered himself a saint. He is just a mortal cultivating immortality. He does not practice for the world, but for himself. But on the way to becoming stronger, he can help the people around him and those who believe in him. He is still willing, and he has always done so.
One person can achieve enlightenment, chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven, but he will never sacrifice himself for the common people.
Ye Xundi, Bai Qi, and the Sword God were amazed, and they began to talk about the thaumaturgy they knew.
In the following period, many people, including Qing'er, Yu Yanyi, Chen Li, etc., came to visit Jiang Changsheng and asked about this technique. He still responded with the same rhetoric. No one questioned it, but felt that it should be so.
Resurrection from the dead is unthinkable, and there must be a price to pay.
The matter gradually spread.
The news that Daozu used his longevity to perform the art of resurrecting the dead is known to more and more people. Some people question it, some admire it. Jiang Changsheng's incense value is growing rapidly.
The battle city of the Fengtian Dynasty was destroyed, causing everyone left on the continent to retreat, fearing another attack.
It's early January in the thirtieth year of Suncheon.
When the emperor returned to the capital, he first came to visit Jiang Changsheng.
He felt very guilty and felt that it was his carelessness that caused Jiang Changsheng to lose his life span.
"The world is huge and there are many martial arts. The great scene still needs to expand more martial arts knowledge."
Jiang Changsheng said meaningfully, that Poison King is indeed powerful. If Jiang Changsheng was not an immortal cultivator and no one noticed his infiltration, the great scenery would probably collapse because of him.
Emperor Shuntian nodded and said, "Indeed, I will note it down."
Even if there were people around him, he would no longer call himself "I" in front of Jiang Changsheng. He had brought millions of people back to life. He could not imagine how much damage Jiang Changsheng had suffered.
He cares more about Jiang Changsheng than the lives and deaths of millions of people, not only because of blood ties, but also because Dao Ancestor is more important to Da Jing.
Without Taoist ancestors, Dajing would still be suppressed by the Mahayana Dragon Tower. It might be annexed by the Hongxuan Dynasty and the Donghai Dynasty, it might be ravaged by the Tianhai Dynasty, or the emperor would restore Chu, leading to constant wars that continue to this day.
Everyone in the world understands this. Even the emperors of the past dynasties do not have as much merit as Daozu.
The two chatted for a while, and Emperor Shuntian left in a hurry. Every day from then on, the white-clothed guards sent a large amount of supplements, natural materials, and treasures, which made Jiang Changsheng both happy and helpless.
When the New Year arrived, Emperor Shuntian brought Jiang Che to celebrate the festival. The father and son personally poured tea for Jiang Changsheng, for fear that he would be tired.
Jiang Changsheng found it funny. Wouldn't this kid think that he would be alive for a few years after performing the resurrection?
He did not refuse, it was also a good thing to enjoy the blessings of children and grandchildren.
Emperor Shuntian learned from Bai Qi that Jiang Changsheng had shot an arrow at Fengtian before. When he heard the news, he couldn't hold back his excitement.
February comes.
Emperor Shuntian rushed to Shuntian City again, and the news that Daozu resurrected millions of his people with his own longevity had just spread throughout the continent, astonishing all the dynasties in the world.
Some people marveled at Daozu's great righteousness to the people of Dajing, and some marveled at Daozu's martial arts. More and more people believed that Daozu was definitely not a martial artist, and that he might really be practicing Taoism.
In the world of martial arts, cultivation is more about meditation, and Taoism is more about theory. Although there are legends of immortals and gods, the world has never seen a real immortal.
Jiang Changsheng looked at his rapidly increasing incense value and felt happy.
The effect of bringing the dead back to life is much more powerful than moving mountains and calling for wind and rain!
Sure enough, mortals care most about life and death. To be precise, all living creatures care about life and death.
Under the blue sky, a city far taller and more imposing than the capital city is located on the plain. There is a ray of light shining over the city. It is a sign of strong luck and auspiciousness. Rows of birds are circling in it, enjoying the scenery. The baptism of luck.
Fengtian Dynasty, Imperial City.
Inside the palace.
boom!
A terrifying aura shook the imperial officials, but none of the imperial troops guarding the gate responded.
"Resurrection from the dead? It's a joke. Even if it's true, are you afraid? The poison king died in vain, and millions of soldiers and civilians died in vain?"
An angry shout echoed in the hall. The speaker was none other than Emperor Fengtian. He had a majestic face and was wearing a dragon robe. His luck formed looming dragon shadows surrounding him.
All civil and military officials were silent.
A general who was half-kneeling on the ground raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, the general's people have found out that although Daozu has great magical powers, he actually did it by depleting his own lifespan. The sacrifice of the Poison King was not without cost. The person who was resurrected by Daozu If there are so many, his lifespan will be greatly damaged, and even his skill will be affected. This may not be an opportunity for Fengtian."
As soon as this statement came out, many ministers agreed, but some people objected, feeling that Daozu may not have become weaker.
"Is there really any martial arts or thaumaturgy in the world that can casually resurrect millions of people without having any impact on it? The more extreme the martial arts, the greater the cost."
A veteran minister used these words to silence those who objected.
They are indeed unable to refute, and any further refutation will only increase the ambition of the economy and destroy the prestige of their own people.
Another veteran stood up and said: "Your Majesty, Fengtian is surrounded by three dynasties. Only to the west is there a chance of survival. Although Fengtian is strong, no matter which dynasty attacks, the other two dynasties will take advantage of it. Now Dragon Vein Da Qi and Da Jing from the mainland have joined forces. If they wait any longer, they will only get stronger and stronger, and Fengtian will be surrounded by enemies on all sides!"
Emperor Fengtian sat down slowly. He leaned forward and looked down at the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. He said: "Dragon Vein Continent must be taken. I will send people to win over Dao Ancestor. Regardless of whether Dao Ancestor agrees or not, we are ready to go to war."
"Fengtian has stood proudly in the world for many years, but an unknown enemy destroyed millions of elite troops. This is not only a slap in my face, but also a slap in Fengtian's face. If Fengtian cannot win the Dragon Vein Continent, how will Fengtian survive in this unprecedented battle for destiny? Rise among them?"
"Since Da Jing and Da Qi have joined forces, I will let them see the power of the Qi Luck Dynasty and let them see what Qi Luck is!"
The Emperor Fengtian made a loud statement and ordered the general to start.
Once he expressed his determination, no one dared to dissuade him.
Dajing Daozu is unimaginable, but Fengtian must do it!
In September, Da Jing raised millions of troops and marched towards the East China Sea. The logistics ships stretched thousands of miles, which was extremely spectacular.
Daqi also sent troops. They had already learned that the stronghold of the Fengtian Dynasty had been destroyed. No one knew who was responsible, but they all thought it was Daozu Dajing, and only Daozu Dajing had such ability.
However, this battle will last for many years, and the two sides need to cross vast seas to engage in war, let alone border.
The Battle of Yun Dynasty depends on the strength of high-level warriors, but a large number of soldiers are still needed to attack cities, plunder land, and transport food and grass. After all, no matter how strong one person is, he cannot occupy hundreds or even thousands of islands.
Jiang Changsheng returned to peaceful days, the resurrection from the dead finally subsided, and the number of pilgrims at Longqi Temple was not as exaggerated as the previous year, blocking the flow of water up and down the mountain.
In addition to practicing alchemy on weekdays, Jiang Changsheng will observe his followers, focusing on Mu Linluo and Lin Haotian. They are all going well so far. Lin Haotian has also become low-key after experiencing the Shen Lan Sect and does not easily make friends with others.
Every month, Jiang Changsheng would select some incense believers who were in distress, and then let his avatar rescue them, forming a series of strange and beautiful stories, thereby increasing the value of the incense. Most of the time, he would simply take action to help the believers out of trouble. It will not directly make people achieve glory, wealth or unparalleled martial arts.
In a blink of an eye, it’s a new year again.
Shuntian thirty-one years.
March.
Longqiguan welcomes a guest.
Qing'er came to report in person. She stood in front of Jiang Changsheng and said: "Tao Ancestor, this person seems to be not simple. Yang Zhou couldn't touch him when he fought with him, and he didn't hurt anyone inside. He just wanted to see you. , you see.”
Jiang Changsheng didn't open his eyes and said, "Let him come in."
Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief and went immediately.
After a while, Yang Zhou took people to the hospital with an unconvinced look.
The visitor turned out to be a Taoist priest. He had gray hair, wore a green Taoist robe, and held a whisk in his hand. He looked like a Taoist master.
Sword God, Bai Qi, and Ye Xundi focused their attention on him.
The old Taoist came to Jiang Changsheng with a smile on his face, raised his hands in salute, and said: "My poor Taoist name is Hehong. He comes from the small Penglai Island in the North Sea. I came here to visit the Taoist. I want to see the Taoist."
Little Penglai Island?
This was the first time Jiang Changsheng heard this name. There was Penglai Island in his previous life. The word Penglai appeared many times in myths and legends. He didn't expect that Penglai Island also existed here.
He opened his eyes and looked at Taoist Hehong.
Taoist Hehong is in the Qiankun Realm and has strong Qi, which is even stronger than the previous Sword God in the Qiankun Realm.
Ye Xundi frowned and said, "Little Penglai Island? Is that the overseas sect that shows off and deceives?"
Taoist Hehong looked at him and said helplessly: "Donor, you can't say this. Little Penglai Island never cheats, it's just that people in the world still don't believe it after getting an advantage."
